Immortal Arti Novels & Stories

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

While Azrail and Lucia walked the hallway that leads to Lord Adonis chambers, Azrail began to think of what could be going on in Lord Adonis chambers. As far as Azrail was concerned, Lord Adonis was as fit as a fiddle and if he was by any chance sick which he doubted, Azrail knew Lord Adonis wouldn't resort to modern medicine because it would be useless to start with. All death agents could feel pains but their bodies was immune to modern medicine because they are soulless, so Azrail concluded that the medical supplies were not for Lord Adonis but was for someone who has a soul and a heartbeat, of course only humans fit into this category.

He says, and Artemis smiles wickedly. “There are things you don’t know about Fenrir. There is a way to kill an immortal. And we have it. So what will it be? Will you watch as Mia, Theo, Gaia, Nicholas, Sofia, Rosa, Skoll, Sassa, Leo, Jake, Calista, Gabe, Destinee, Titus, Dahlia, Helios, and Xander are all killed? Or will you stop all of that by giving me my queen? The call is yours.” I look at him in confusion. His eyes are wide and frightened. Artemis chuckles as she steps closer to me. “Hand her over, Carter. She will come back. The bond will bring her back.” He says, and I look at him in disbelief. I shake my head as I step back. Lykos growls in my head.

Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges. She landed in a brightly lit office, complete with expensive-looking artwork on the walls and a futuristic computer on a large desk. She didn’t dwell too much on the decorations, those details had no bearing on her prerogative so her eyes slid over them as she searched for the human that was about to die.

And in the center of it all stood a massive three-dimensional projection—a holographic map of the entire Soul Recycle Program system, each world rendered in perfect detail, floating in space like miniature planets in a twisted solar system. Every world we'd survived was there, glowing softly. Dracula's Castle with its gothic spires. The Siren's Valley with its moving water. The Sandman's Sandbox, cracked and glitching where Mia had damaged it. The Crimson Hunt with its blood-red light. Dozens more we hadn't seen yet, each one a new nightmare waiting to consume us. And at the very center of it all, pulsing with dark energy that made my eyes hurt to look at directly, was the Core, the heart of

“Insolence!” “Impudent!” “Arrogant child, you’re asking for death!” Seeing Andrius still so defiant, the seven experts were instantly furious and roared, starting to attack. “Immortal Punisher: Destroy!” The withered lips of the First Grand Elder parted as he spoke. At those words, dazzling auroras immediately came from the sky, carrying a destructive aura as if to sever the heavens and earth. It was a true immortal art! Generally speaking, immortal arts require immortal essence to activate. However, with the support of the immortal bones, they were only one step away from the true Immortal Path. They could finally activate this move, though not as powerful.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

"I've been abandoned by my boyfriend. He took my virginity and left with his asshole. I hate him!" Cia is confused, should she cry or just laugh? What does this story have to do with him? However, Cia patiently listened to the woman's endless complaints. "Was it Eros who raped you?" The woman shook her head, "No, but the leader!" There are only two immortal leaders. Zeno holds the power of Zoro as Zeno's confidant. "Who? Speak clearly!"

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.